ENGLISH 6

QUARTER 1, WEEK 7
RODEL P. AGCAOILI
MALASIN ELEMENTARY SCHOOL
CLAVERIA EAST DISTRICT
 Day 1
Reading Comprehension
EN6RC-Ig-2.24. EN6RC-Ig-2.24.2
Evaluate narratives based on how the author developed
the elements: setting, characters

Attitude
EN6A-If-16 EN6A- If -17 EN6A – If-18
Observe politeness at all times / Show tactfulness when
communicating with others / Show openness to criticism
To the Learner

Did you have fun working on your previous

activity sheets? I am sure you enjoyed
answering the exercises and did a great job.
Let us move on to another learning experience.
We are going to read a story about the girl name
Rachel, who is also turning eleven years old
today. Let’s find out what happen to her birthday
and who are the characters in the story.
But before that, let us answer this activity
from your previous lessons.
Let’s Recall

Task 1: Figuring Figures of Speech!

Identify the figure of speech used in the following sentences.
Choose your answer from the box below.
_____________1. His intelligence is as sharp as the knife.
_____________2. Filipino soldiers are lions in the battlefield.
_____________3. The howling of the wind is heard in the silence of
the night.
_____________4. The visitors ate a mountain of food during
lunchtime.
_____________5. Your thoughtfulness for not remembering my
birthday is very much
appreciated.

Personification Hyperbole Simile

Irony Metaphor
Task 1
1.simile
2. metaphor
3. personification
4.hyperbole
5. irony
Let’s Try This
Task 2: Fill in the blank!
Before you read the story, let’s answer this activity first
to help you understand the story better.
Write the word that best completes each sentence.
Choose your answer inside the box below.
1. With a ________ movement, Rachel pushed the sweater
to the floor.
2. She could not read the letter because it was written
with ______ ink.
3. No one _______ me knew that it was my birthday.
4. We _______ to have some chocolate cake at the party.
except expect invisible sudden remember
Task 2
1. sudden
2. invisible
3.except
4.expect
Let’s Read

Eleven
By Sandra Cisneros

What they don’t understand about birthdays and what

they never tell you is that when you’re eleven, you’re also
ten, and nine, and eight , and seven, and six, and five, and
four, and three, and two, and one. And when you wake up
on your eleventh birthday you expect to feel eleven, but
you don’t. You open your eyes and everything’s just like
yesterday, only it’s today. And you don’t feel like eleven at
all. You feel like you’re still ten. And you are – underneath
the year that makes you eleven.
 Like some days you might say
something stupid, and that’s part of you
that’s still ten. Or maybe some days you
might need to sit on your mama’s lap
because you’re scared, and that’s the part
of you that’s five. And maybe one day
when you’re all grown up maybe you will
need to cry like if you’re three, and that’s
okay. That’s what I tell Mama when she’s
sad and needs to cry. Maybe she’s feeling
three.
 Because the way you grow old is kind of like an onion or
like the rings inside the tree trunk or like my little wooden
dolls that fit one inside the other, each year inside the next
one. next one. That’s how being eleven years old is. You don’t
feel eleven. Not right away. It takes a few days, weeks even,
sometimes even months before you say Eleven when they
ask you. And you don’t feel smart eleven, not until you’re
almost twelve. That’s the way it is.
Only today I wish I didn’t have only eleven years rattling
inside me like pennies in a tin Band-aid box. Today I wish I
was one hundred and two instead of eleven because If I was
one hundred and two I’d have known what to say when Mrs.
Price put the red sweater on my desk. I would’ve known how
to tell her it wasn’t mine instead of just sitting there with
that look on my face and nothing coming out of my mouth.
 “Whose is this?” Mrs. Price says, and she holds the red
sweater up in the air for all the class to see. ― Whose? It’s
been sitting in the coatroom for a month‖.
“Not mine” says everybody. “Not me.”
“It has to belong to somebody.” Mrs. Price keeps saying,
but nobody can remember. It’s an ugly sweater with red
plastic buttons and a collar and sleeves all stretched out like
you could use it for a jump rope. It’s maybe a thousand years
old and even if it belonged to me I wouldn’t say so.
Maybe because I’m skinny, maybe because she doesn’t like
me, that stupid Sylvia Saldivar says, “I think it belongs to
Rachel.” An ugly sweater like that, all raggedy and old, but
Mrs. Price believes her. Mrs. Price takes the sweater and
puts it right on my desk, but when I open my mouth nothing
comes out.
 “That’s not, I don’t, you’re
not.....Not mine” I finally say in a
little voice that was maybe me when
I was four. “Of course it’s yours”
Mrs. Price says. “I remember you
wearing it once.” Because she’s
older and the teacher, she’s right
and I’m not.
 Not mine, not mine, not mine, but Mrs. Price is already
turning to page thirty-two, and math problem number
four. I don’t know why but all of a sudden I’m feeling sick
inside, like the part of me that’s three wants to come out
of my eyes, only I squeeze them shut tight and bite down
on my teeth real hard and try to remember today I am
eleven, eleven. Mama is making a cake for me tonight,
and when Papa comes home everybody will sing Happy
birthday, happy birthday to you. But when sick feeling
goes away and I open my eyes, the red sweater’s still
sitting there like a big red mountain. I moved the red
sweater to the corner of my desk with my ruler. I move
my pencil and books and eraser as far from it as
possible. I even move my chair a little to the right. Not
mine, not mine, not mine.
 In my head I’m thinking how long till lunch
time, how long till I can take the red sweater
and throw it over the schoolyard fence, or leave
it hanging on a parking meter, or bunch it up into
a little ball and toss it in the alley. Except when
Math period ends, Mrs. Price says loud and in
front of everybody, “Now, Rachel, that’s enough,”
because she sees I’ve shoved the reds sweater
to the tippy-tip corner of my desk and it’s
hanging all over the edge like a waterfall, but I
don’t care.
 “Rachel,” Mrs. Price says. She says it like she’s
getting mad. “You put that sweater on right now and no
more non sense.” “But it’s not—― ― Now!” Mrs Price
says. This is when I wish I wasn’t eleven, because all
the years inside of me –ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five,
four, three, two and one – are pushing at the back of my
eyes when I put one arm through one sleeve of the
sweater that smells like cottage cheese , and then the
other arm through the other and stand there with my
arms apart like if the sweater hurts me and it does, all
itchy and full of germs that aren’t mine. That’s when
everything I’ve been holding in since this morning, since
when Mrs. Price put the sweater on my desk, finally lets
go, and all of a sudden I’m crying in front of everybody.
I wish I was invisible but I’m not. I’m eleven and
it’s my birthday today and I’m crying like I’m
three in front of everybody. I put my head down
on the desk and bury my face in my stupid
clown-sweater arms. My face all hot and spit
coming out of my mouth because I can’s stop the
little animal noises from coming out of me, until
there aren’t any more tears left in my eyes, and
it’s just my body shaking like when you have the
hiccups, and my whole head hurts like when you
drink milk too fast.
 But the worst part is right before the bell
rings for lunch. That stupid Phyllis Lopez, who is
even dumber than Sylvia Saldivar, says she
remembers the red sweater is hers!
I take it off right away and give it to her, only
Mrs. Price pretends like everything’s okay.
Today I’m eleven. There’s a cake Mama’s
making for tonight, and when Papa comes home
from work we’ll eat it. There’ll be candles and
presents, and everybody will sing Happy
birthday, happy birthday to you, Rachel, only it’s
too late.
 I’m eleven today. I’m eleven, ten, nine,
eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two and
one, but I wish I was one hundred and two.
I wish I was anything but eleven, because I
want today to be far away already, far
away like a runaway balloon, like a tiny O
in the sky, so tiny-tiny you have to close
your eyes to see it.
Let’s Do This!

Task 3: Understanding the Story

Answer the following questions about the story.

1. Who are the characters in the story?

2. Who is the main character?
3. Who is the naughty kid from the story?
4. What did they do to Rachel?
5. When and where did the story happen?
6. Did you sympathize with Rachel’s feelings? Why or why
not?
7. What did Rachel think about the sweater?
8. What did Rachel do after she puts on the sweater?
9. Did Mrs. Price treat Rachel unfairly, or did she just make
an honest mistake?
Task 3
1.Rachel, Sylvia Saldivar, Mrs. Price,
her classmates
2. Rachel
3. Sylvia Saldivar
4. Answers may vary
5. During Math time, in school
6 – 12. answers may vary
Let’s Study This

A good story is a work of art. Like a

beautiful painting, it springs from an
imagination. It can be sparked by a
memory, an experience, or even a
dream. Wherever people have lived
there is a story to be told.
-Henry David Thoreau, writer-
 Stories are account of
imaginary or real people and
events told for entertainment.
Elements of the story includes:
1. Character - each person, animal, or imaginary
creature that appears in a story.
In the story of “Eleven”, Rachel is the main
character and the teacher and students are minor
character.
Another character from the story is the Hero, it is
the chief male or female character in a book, play, or
movie, who is typically identified with good qualities,
and with whom the reader is expected to sympathize.
Villain on the other hand, is also another character
from the story. This often refer to as the evil from the
story.In the story of Rachel, Sylvia Saldivar is the villain,
because she embarrassed Rachel in front of the class.
2. Setting – is the time and place in
which the story unfolds. The time
could be in the past, the present, or
the future; during the day or the
night; in any season. The place, or
scene may be imaginary or real.
In the story of Rachel, school is
the setting of the story, it is a place
where the story happened.
Let’s Enrich Ourselves

Task 4: Group Work!

Divide yourself into three groups, analyze the stories and
answer the task assigned to your group.
Group 1
Mr. Diaz bought a new car. It cost him much money. On his
way to work, something happened the first time day he drove
his car. It would not start. Mr. Diaz was already late for his
meeting. He called a mechanic to check his car. The mechanic
worked fast. He found some loose wires in the car which he
connected properly. Mr. Diaz happily drove his car to the
office.

1. Who are the character in the story?

Group 2
Jeffrey is in trouble again. His teacher
sent a letter to his parents telling them
that he is very talkative in class. Jeffrey’s
parents gave him another chance to prove
his conduct. Jeffrey promised to talk only
when necessary.

1. Who are the characters?

2. Where is the setting of the story?
Group 3
One day, Liza was drawing a picture of her
mother. The picture had plants flowers and a
beautiful house. She made a picture out of
small feathers. Liza’s brother came to see the
picture. Suddenly, he started sneezing. The
feathers started to fly then all of a sudden, the
picture was gone.

1. Who are the characters?

2. Where is the setting of the story?
Let’s Do This
Task 5: Reader’s Corner!
Cite at least two importance of character and
two importance of setting in a story. Write your
answers on the space provided.
1.
___________________________________________________
2.
___________________________________________________
3.
___________________________________________________
4.
Let’s Remember This

Stories come from a writer’s imagination.

Elements of the story involves:

1. Characters – person, animal, or

imaginary creature in a work of
literature.
2. Setting – the time and place of the
action in a story.
Let’s Do This
Task 6: Write It On!

Work in Pair. Let’s evaluate the story.

Complete the table below.

Rachel’s character traits Describe the setting of the story

1. 1.
2. 2.
3. 3.
4 4.
Task 4
Group1
1. Mr. Diaz, mechanic
2. on his way home
Group 2
1. Jeffrey, teacher, parents
2. school
Group 3
1. Liza, his brother
2. one day